Oh how we change

So we decided to go to Delhi. We take the Gurgaon-Mehrauli Rd. From my apartment, about 15 km later, suddenly Qutab Minar shows up. We decide to stop by. When I visited Delhi and took the bus tour with my dad/mom/bro/sis, these were very fabulous things to watch. This was nearly 20 years ago. I was at that time very excited and took lot of pictures. When I go there now, I see how muslim and hindu rulers have merged the architecture. I also see differences in architecture. I am not so awed by the Qutab itself, I am more curious about the stories behind the construction. I want to know what were the conditions at that time. The history of Delhi book does not give me details. What happened... did I become more intellectual or suddenly become more cynical.

Next stop was Palika bazaar. For a guy who does not remember the faces and facts which happened 6 months ago, some how I could still clearly remember, mom and dad, bro and sis together all sitting on top of the underground pailika bazaar and enjoying bread bajji 20 years ago. How does this brain of mine work. Do I have such a highly selective memory. Do some memories get digitally implanted whereas others fade away in seconds. I call my parents and my mom even remembers abba sneaking off my sis and having ice cream without giving ice cream to us. How can we remember so well some memories while others we forget.

Palika Bazaar gave me a difference of thinking too. Too much smoke inside, what happens if the power goes off, there might be a big stampede. Always on the lookout for exits nearby;make my escape. When did I become so cautious.

From one day, I just got the feeling that I have become in my mind a cynical cautious curious guy with a highly selective memory. Who knows what I will be next year.